Tainted Love
It is the most difficult decision God has asked of me.
The vote looms large. The information tumbles; a waterfall from both sides, an overwhelming stream of powerful rhetoric and God is used like a plaything. Yet neither side knows what God truly believes, how can they?
As with Niagara Falls, the views are spilt and go their own way, divided by defensive borders. Yet we all know that Ireland will have to join afterwards, and somehow, merge united in the white-water swirl.
No, they say. It is against nature.
No, they say. The bible tells us it is wrong and unholy.
No, they say. Only God can define marriage and the Church speaks for God.
No, they say. No, they will always say.
Yes, they say. It is nature that they follow, there is no choice. How can nature allow love that is tainted or unholy?
Yes, they say. For to love is the greatest commandment.
Yes, they say. The Church is in no position to speak for God; that right was lost.
Yes, they say. For yes always wins, eventually.
I genuflect before my Lord, hitching my cassock as I lower. I kneel in the empty church with my Rosary beads clutched in praying hands.
The judges kindly awarded me a Special Mention this week.
Metropolitan Dreams 